By Kyle | February 13, 2012
The bizarrely festive atmosphere surrounding Whitney Houston’s death on Grammy weekend has me puzzled. This was the most successful female singer of the era, and a frequent presence on the Grammys. Did anyone consider postponing? Nah. Was there soul-searching, reflection on the excesses of the pop-star life, on the damage wrought by global fame at a young age, on the enabling that goes on around someone whose increasingly diva-ish and self-destructive behavior is shrugged off?
Much the opposite. The music industry seemed to revel in the spotlight being cast on it, with Whitney’s death merely the unfortunate inciting mechanism. The party went on in the very hotel where her body lay. Rihanna said, “Make some noise for Whitney!” as though applause and whoops were the appropriate reaction to a decades-premature demise. The Grammy ceremony itself included only perfunctory mentions of Houston. And everyone went on jamming and jiving and preening as usual.
What is wrong with these people?